I thought you were chiding us for complaining about Obama, playing your violin mocking us.

There are many forces with their knees in the back of the working class, and I see no counterforce that will allow it to crawl out from under the unintended consequences the actions of honorable people have given birth to.

Gas prices, interest rates, and impotent labor unions result in embarrassing graphs that having compared the income of high and low classes show a gap so wide not even the most optimistic poetry or song lyrics can bridge it. Hence despair that both throw love booze and sex at, its respite.

Having said that, I look to voices such as yours, depressingly descriptive yet get-our-heads-out-of-our-asses prescriptive, to sound the alarm; and to start removing knees one at a time, marshal sanity before it disappears in a froth of madness.